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CrimeFlx, a new true crime streaming platform, secured a deal to produce a five-part miniseries with exclusive interviews from family members of Boone’s many victims and the law enforcement officers who finally tracked him down and ended his reign of terror.

Boone, a “home-taught handy man” from McMinnville was found dead in his Alton, Oregon fishing cabin last fall by police after falling down a flight of stairs and breaking his neck. During the investigation into his death, the remains of an elderly neighbor and nine teenage girls were discovered on and around the property. At first, it seemed Boone had a type, as almost all his victims had short brown hair, green eyes, and freckles, but a closer look into his past revealed a much darker connection. An extensive search of Boone’s McMinnville house led to the discovery of additional remains buried under a concrete slab in the backyard: his daughter, Mary Boone, a teen who had short brown hair, green eyes, and freckles.

Those who knew the family painted a picture of a difficult household, with a domineering Wayne Boone at the helm. A friend of the family told investigators that Boone’s wife passed in a car accident when Mary was nine, and after her death, Boone became increasingly protective and controlling of his daughter. He withdrew her from public school following anincident freshman year over the school’s sexual education curriculum when Boone verbally assaulted the school’s principal regarding the purity of public education.

Boone had new rules. “Clean” television only. No “filthy” books. No “tainted” friends. No drinking. No driving. No staying up late. And soon, no leaving the house at all. These rules left family and friends increasingly concerned. When Wayne and his daughter vanished, they left behind only questions—until his death in Alton reopened the investigation.

The McMinnville coroner’s office listed Mary Boone’s cause of death as a broken neck. She was fifteen years old. Authorities believe that Wayne Boone killed Mary in a fit of rage after she snuck out to attend a Halloween party—the last time anyone saw her alive. Unable to face what he’d done, Boone set out on a mission to “find” her and bring her home again. The abductions began less than a month after his daughter’s death.

Boone used social media in his search. Records on his computer suggest he spent hundreds of hours a week poring over public profiles, looking for his “Mary.” He stalked his victims, sometimes for weeks, until an opportunity presented itself to remove her to his cabin—a more remote location than his McMinnville home—where he’d become enraged at his victim’s inability to become the daughter he’d lost. He’d take things too far, and the cycle would begin again. Boone even adjusted the age of his targets to fit how old Mary would have been had she lived, and Boone would have continued his abductions undiscovered if not for a critical error in his choice of Mary number nine.

Boone crossed state lines to find his victims, collecting them from five different states, which helped him avoiddetection. Lola Scott lived a little too close to home. Scott was last seen leaving a convenience store in her hometown of Washington City just before midnight on September 29th. Washington City is a mere hour’s drive from the Alton cabin.

Lola’s boyfriend was initially suspected of her murder and searched relentlessly for weeks, following every clue until he found himself on Boone’s doorstep. While he arrived too late to save Lola, he was able to help free what would have been Boone’s next “Mary,” Madison Perkins of Bellevue, Washington. Together, the two teens did what none of his victims had—they escaped Wayne Boone, the Daddy Dearest Killer, and ended his reign of terror.

The five-part docuseries follows their harrowing survival story and is expected to smash streaming records when it releases this summer. Viewers can expect never-before-aired footage of the now-infamous cabin and interviews from Mark Roane, former Sheriff of Washington City. The man many consider responsible for cracking the case. Roane worked tirelessly to find Lola Scott, saying, “I knew it was a serious situation from the start. A girl like that doesn’t just vanish. I knew right away this was some Ted Bundy stuff.”

The Many Faces Of Mary Boonereleases this summer on CrimeFlx. Streaming packages start at $11.99.

EPILOGUE

DREW

FOUR MONTHS LATER

The sun comes out for Lola’s birthday.

It’s been raining for basically the last month, so seeing the sun on this February afternoon feels like the universe extending an olive branch. Maybe even Mother Nature knows that today is hard enough without a downpour.

The Trooper idles in the boat launch parking lot—not in our usual spot though. I can’t bring myself to park there anymore. Instead, I park in the former home of Lola’s shrine. It’s long since been cleared away.

I never come here anymore. This place is haunted. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but this is where our nightmare began. The opening credits of a horror movie that hit too close to home. Lola may not have died in this spot, but it was the start of the end for her. The whole parking lot and the river beyond it leave me with an eerie dread.

So, of course, I’ve been sitting here for hours, hoping the darkness will take me too.

The river rages on the other side of my windshield. Frothy whitepeaks churn in the dark current. I keep my eyes on the angry water andnoton the cupcake sitting on the dash.

I grip the steering wheel with both hands until the muscles in my forearms ache.

I’ve been dreading this day for months. I knew it would be a walking nightmare, but I still found myself dressed and driving into town as soon as the bakery opened. Because this is what I do on Lola’s birthday. I go to the bakery. I buy her a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting and gold sprinkles. We stick a pink candle in it, and she makes an outlandish wish.

For world peace.

For every illness to disappear.

For nobody to ever get their heart broken.

For a perfect life.

And then we laugh, and she eats the cupcake, frosting first. Then Autumn comes around—wherever we are—and she too gives Lola a cupcake. And Lola pretends to be surprised that we each got her one, even though we always do.

I couldn’t…not go. I couldn’t wake up on her birthday and not buy a cupcake. It would feel like I was ignoring her, which is one precarious step from forgetting her entirely.

That I’ll never do.

So I sit in my stupid car, looking out at the stupid water, and pretend that I’m not being bested by a lump of sugar. That it’s not ripping me to shreds to see it sitting on the dash, lone candle and everything, knowing that she’ll never make another wish.

I lose feeling in my fingers.

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